AN: Sorry it took me so long to update! I have been so busy with school and school drama and stuff...so I haven't gotten many chances to write except for now. I hope you like this chapter! :)

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The day after Charlie's birthday was a lazy day for Charlie and Wonka. They spent as much time alone as they could - which was not much thanks to Mrs. Bucket. Charlie and Wonka lay together on the edible grass, cuddling and eating candy.

"Close your eyes." Charlie hovered over his partner, who smiled at him with those bright blue eyes that his heir had fallen in love with.

"Whatever for?"

"I'll surprise you," Charlie said. "It's more exciting."

"How do I know I won't turn blue and blow up like Violet Beauregarde?" Wonka gave Charlie a teasing, suspicious look.

"Do you trust me?"

Wonka's expression softened. "Of course I trust you, my love."

Charlie leaned down and kissed him deeply, causing Wonka's hat to fall off. Wonka pulled him closer and a whimper escaped Charlie's lips. The young boy felt his face heating up as the kiss deepened even more. Wonka kissed him lovingly and Charlie melted in his arms.

"I love you," Charlie said when the kiss ended.

Wonka's eyes were filled with love. "I love you more," he said, smiling fondly.

"No, I love you more!" Charlie laughed and hugged him.

Wonka hugged him back tightly. "Well, I love you most," he countered.

Charlie pulled back from the hug. "Then you should trust me. Close your eyes." Wonka smiled at him and obliged. "Open your mouth." Wonka did and Charlie unwrapped a Wonka's Whipple-Scrumptious Fudge Mallow Delight and held it out so that Wonka could take a bite of it.

Wonka guessed it immediately and then opened his eyes. "Knew it," he laughed, holding Charlie close.

"Close your eyes," Charlie reminded him. Wonka closed his eyes and Charlie quietly pulled up some of the edible grass, putting it on Wonka's tongue.

Wonka chewed it for a few moments and then swallowed. "Swudge," he said. "Really, Charlie? Too easy." His blue eyes twinkled playfully.

Charlie laughed. "One more time," he said. His partner closed his eyes again and Charlie pressed his lips against Wonka's. He felt the chocolatier smile against his mouth as he pulled him closer. Wonka tasted like chocolate and marshmallows.

They kissed for a while and then Charlie lay on top of Wonka, the man's arms tight around his waist and their fingers laced together. "It's almost Valentine's Day," Charlie noted. The holiday was on Saturday.

"Yes, it is," Wonka noted.

Charlie sat up in his arms. "Can we go outside the factory? Please?"

Wonka smiled. "Well, I don't know-"

"Pleeeeeeeeease?" He gave Wonka his most desperate look.

"Oh, come on now, Charlie, don't do that." Wonka waved his hand dismissively. "You know that won't work-"

Charlie kissed him. "What about now?"

"Hmmmmm..."

He kissed him again, letting this one linger a bit more. "And now?"

"Well-"

Another kiss. Wonka laughed and held him close. "All right, all right. We'll go outside the factory-"

"Yay!" Charlie hugged him tightly. "I love you!"

"I love you too, my dear." Charlie felt his partner's lips on his hair and he sighed happily. He tucked his head under Wonka's chin and yawned, falling asleep not long after that in Wonka's arms.

As the days passed, Charlie realized that his parents weren't saying anything to him or Wonka about their relationship. It was like they were completely ignoring it. What were they doing? Maybe they were coming to realize that Charlie's romantic relationship with his mentor didn't mean the world would stop spinning?

Charlie brought this up to Wonka, who thought it was, indeed, strange. They watched Mr. and Mrs. Bucket carefully, unsure of what was going on. On Valentine's Day, Wonka said, "I have a surprise for you tonight, Charlie."

Charlie smiled. "What is it?"

"Good luck finding out early, kiddo." Wonka ruffled his hair affectionately and Charlie hugged him. "Meanwhile, let's find out what's going on with your p-p...hang on, I've got this."

"I know you do," Charlie said, taking his partner's hands in his own. "I have faith in you."

Abruptly, Wonka leaned down and kissed Charlie, surprising him for a moment. Charlie wrapped his arms around Wonka's neck and kissed him back deeply, his eyes fluttering shut. Charlie felt a whimper escape his lips and he pressed himself against the man, kissing him firmly.

"Parents," Wonka gasped out as they pulled apart.

Charlie threw his arms around Wonka, so proud of him. "I love you so much, Willy."

Wonka held him close and Charlie felt his lips on his hair. "I love you very much as well, Charlie."

Charlie was nervous as he approached Wonka's bedroom door that night at seven, the time and place Wonka had told Charlie to meet him. When Charlie knocked, Wonka called, "I'm almost ready, I'll be out in a second - sorry, love!" from inside the room.

Waiting patiently, Charlie leaned against the wall beside the door. The door opened, revealing Wonka in his purple suit and flowered dress shirt - though they had been touched up a bit with new designs. It looked different but subtle, not too different. "Willy...wow," Charlie breathed. "You're...wow." He was speechless.

Wonka laughed and reached for Charlie's hand. Charlie smiled and took it, standing on his toes for a lingering kiss. "Happy Valentine's Day, Willy," he said, his smile widening as their lips touched again.

The chocolatier squeezed his hand. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love." He pulled Charlie closer so that they walked with Wonka's heir pressed against his side. Charlie gasped as they approached the Great Glass Elevator. Wonka had spread out a velvet tablecloth on part of the glass floor - but not all of it, presumably so that Charlie and Wonka could look down. Candles were lit and Charlie realized they were chocolate scented. Chocolate fondue waited for them - white chocolate and milk chocolate.

"Willy, did you do all of this by yourself?"

"I most certainly did." Charlie realized his mouth was hanging open and he closed it. "What do you think?"

"What do I...?" Charlie shook his head in disbelief and kissed Wonka. The kiss lingered and Wonka backed Charlie into the elevator, blindly hitting the button as their kisses deepened. The elevator went up and out, which had terrified Charlie his first time but now he was used to it, Besides, he knew he was safe wit his partner. He trusted Wonka with his life.

"I'm glad," Wonka said, smiling lovingly at Charlie.

"Wh-Did I say that out loud?"

Wonka nodded and Charlie blushed furiously. "No need to be embarrassed, love. It was sweet."

Charlie snuggled up against him and they looked out at the twinkling lights. After a while of cuddling, Charlie leaned in for a kiss. It was deep and loving and Charlie wrapped his arms around Wonka's neck, pressing his lips firmly against the man's. A few more minutes passed with their lips locked and Charlie found himself sliding his fingers down to the first button of Wonka's shirt.

Wonka pulled away from the kiss, blushing. "Can I...Do you mind if I...?" Charlie trailed off, blushing as well.

"Go right ahead." Charlie looked down from Wonka's gaze as he unbuttoned the first button, then the second, then all the way down until he was able to easily slide Wonka's purple jacket and dress shirt off his shoulders, leaving Wonka shirtless and...

Beautiful, Charlie thought. Then, out loud, he exclaimed, "You're beautiful!"

"Well, don't look so surprised."

Charlie's eyes widened. "I'm not!" he squeaked, blushing even more if that was even possible. "I mean...I..."

Wonka kissed him, cutting off his stammering. The kiss lingered and when they broke apart, Charlie rested his head on Wonka's bare chest. "I remember when we first hugged in here," Charlie said, thinking about the past, the day that they first met and Wonka had told Charlie that he wanted him to be his heir.

"I remember, too," Wonka said. "I won't ever forget."

Charlie lifted his head and smiled lovingly down at him. "I loved you then," he informed Wonka. "I didn't realize just how much up until a few weeks ago. Willy, I want you to know I always loved you."

"I know, Charlie."

"But-"

"Charlie." Wonka chuckled and held him close. "Don't worry about it."

Charlie nuzzled him. "Happy Valentine's Day, Willy."

"You too, my love." Wonka kissed Charlie's hair, holding him tighter as the Great Glass Elevator floated over the city.

AN: Hope you liked it! I will try to update again soon :) Review please and Happy Valentine's Day everyone!